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Pain Predicament

Wednesday, July 31st, 2013

A family doctor calls to give us a heads up about a patient coming to the emergency department. He was obviously upset and sounded frustrated. He started in with the story …

I used some lidocaine a pair of tweezers, and some small scissors to remove a small lesion from a patient’s tongue. There was a little bleeding afterwards, but that seemed to stop with pressure. Then the patient said that it felt like her tongue was swelling. I thought it was from the lidocaine, so I kept her in the office and watched her for a half hour, then sent her home. They wanted some pain medication. She was allergic to codeine, so I prescribed her a few Norco pills.

The husband just called me and was screaming at me for the past 20 minutes, calling me an “asshole” and a “quack.” He said that his wife was in pain, so they went to the pharmacy to have the prescription filled. The pharmacist told them that there is a 50% likelihood of having a reaction to hydrocodone when someone has a codeine allergy. After that statement, the husband just accused me of trying to kill his wife. He wanted to know what I was going to do. I can’t give her NSAIDS because I don’t want her tongue to bleed. I’m afraid to give her any other opiates due to her allergy. Tylenol isn’t going to cut it. They called and said they’re on the way to your emergency department. What are you going to do?

His voice kept getting more and more stressed, so I tried to lighten things up a little.
“Eh, I’ll probably just give her some IV codeine and send her home.”

Dead silence.

“Did you not just hear what I explained to you?”
“Of course I heard. I was kidding.”
“Great. Now I’ve got a comedian when there’s a real problem here. Now I’M going to have to come in and manage this mess.”

And I just kept thinking to myself that Francis needs to lighten up a little.

After all that, the patient never showed up, either.

Maybe the doc referred her to another hospital whose doctors have better senses of humor.

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

Thanks For Watching

Saturday, July 20th, 2013

Its been a rough few weeks. The stories keep piling up on my desk. This one keeps coming to mind, so I figured I’d try to post it from my phone.*

An elderly patient came in by ambulance after tripping over a curb. She fell and hit her face, causing a nasal fracture and a periorbital contusion. But she was also having an increasing headache and she had proptosis. That’s a bad sign.

We got the CT scan of her brain and it confirmed our fears. She had a retrobulbar hematoma, meaning that there was an expanding blood clot behind her eye which was pushing her eyeball outwards against the eyelid. Because the lids push back to hold the eye in the socket, the expanding blood clot was putting increasing pressure on her eye. Too much pressure and the eyesight is gone permanently.

When we checked her vision, she was only able to see shapes out of that eye. We checked her pressure using a tonometer. It was 55. More bad news. Normal should be less than 20. We had to perform a canthotomy, meaning that we had to cut the ligament of the lower eyelid to bring down the pressure in the eyeball. A good article on performing a lateral canthotomy is here, including a drawing of what a retro-orbital hematoma looks like and why it needs to be treated.

We called two ophthalmologists to come in and help us, but neither one had ever seen a canthotomy or had done a canthotomy. Both said to send the patient to the trauma center.
Great. I did a canthotomy during a trauma rotation in my residency, so I guess we’re doing it here.

I actually let the resident perform the procedure. I helped her anesthetize the eye and I helped her guide the scissors in the right direction. Performing a canthotomy is a little more difficult than it looks [OK, I just proofread this post and there was no pun intended here]. The lateral canthal tendon is tough to cut.

As the resident was injecting the eye with lidocaine, I saw the patient her squeezing her hands in pain underneath the sterile drape.

I reached out and held one of them. Habit, I guess. Any time Mrs. WhiteCoat has a free hand, I like to be holding it.

The patient squeezed.
“Who is that?”
“It’s just one of the other doctors. You looked lonely.”
As the resident finished the procedure, I rubbed her hand back and forth and she squeezed a few times. Before we knew it, the procedure was done.
The patient thanked me for providing her moral support.
We pulled off the sterile drapes.
“So that’s what you look like.”
I smiled.
We rechecked the pressures in her eye. They had gone from 55 down to 30. Excellent.

So the resident arranged for transfer to the trauma center.
The patient’s family arrived just as the patient was being loaded onto the ambulance stretcher. I was in another room and the resident came to get me. The patient wouldn’t leave the hospital before she spoke to me.

There were several people standing around the stretcher. One by one, they came up, shook my hand, and thanked me. A couple gave me a hug, including the patient’s 4 year old great grandson who hugged my leg, although I’m sure he didn’t know why.

I told them “I think you need to be thanking the resident. She’s the one who saved your mother’s eyesight.”

Several of them chimed in together “Yeah, but you’re the one who held her hand. You were there for her when we couldn’t be.”

We called the trauma center later that day to see how the patient was doing. Pressures in her eye were down to 10. Vision was normal. A save!

It’s nice to know that she will be able so watch her great grandson’s blow out his birthday candles … with both eyes … the following week.

Sometimes emergency medicine can be pretty cool.

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

*Making a WordPress post from a smart phone is a colossal exercise in frustration, by the way …

The Orthopedist’s Favorite Footwear

Thursday, June 20th, 2013

Flip Flops“Come ON! You’ve gotta be KIDDING me!” the orthopedist yelled into the phone when I called him for the third fracture of the morning. Meh. Wasn’t the phone calls. He’s always in a bad mood.

First, it was a patella fracture.
Then, it was a hip fracture.
Now, it was an open ankle fracture.

What was the common theme running through all of the fractures? The orthopedist’s favorite footwear: Flip flops.

The first patient’s flip flop caught on a curb and caused her to hit the concrete full force with her knee.
The second patient’s flip flop broke while she was trying to run to catch the bus. She got an ambulance ride instead.
The third patient gave herself a “flat tire” when she was running and had a nasty open tib/fib fracture with significant skin loss to her foot.

So, while the orthopedist was miserable because, well … he’s an orthopedist … the misfortune of others who take their chances wearing flip flops was sure keeping his practice busy. OK, OK, I’m kidding about orthopedists being miserable. Some of my most miserable best friends are orthopedists. Don’t go posting this to some orthopedics message board and start a flame war.

Remember, gentle readers, that if you absolutely must wear this flimsy footwear of horror, they don’t support your feet, they aren’t well-attached to your feet, and they aren’t running shoes. Walk slowly, don’t run in them, and don’t wear them out to the bars.

By the way, the maxillofacial surgeon on call for the day wasn’t quite as upset. I only had to call him once for a patient who had a blowout fracture of the orbit because of a face plant onto the asphalt while wearing flip-flops. I think that may have been more related to the large amount of alcohol he consumed immediately prior to said face plant, though.

Be sure to tune in next time as I discuss the orthopedist’s favorite piece of play equipment: The Trampoline.

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

The Last Doctor is Always the Smartest

Monday, June 17th, 2013

Twice recently, I’ve been privy to patient complaints about emergency department “misdiagnoses” when patients have gone to follow up appointments with their physicians.

ExanthemOne case involved a young girl who had a rash. The rash was preceded by a low grade fever in the days prior, began on the chest and spread outward, and had the classic appearance of a viral exanthem. The girl’s parents weren’t happy with that diagnosis. They believed that the girl was suffering from an allergic reaction and that she needed antihistamines and steroids. The doctor explained that the rash was not an allergic-type rash and that she didn’t appear to be ingesting anything that could have caused an allergic reaction. The family left unhappy. The following day, the nurse manager gets a phone call from the patient’s irate mother. During a follow up appointment the following day, the patient’s pediatrician stated that the rash was “absolutely” an allergic reaction and immediately started the patient on Benadryl and prednisone. Oh, and the patient also had an ear infection that the emergency physician missed, so she was started on amoxicillin as well. The money quote for that call was “What type of doctors do you have working in your hospital, anyway?”
Of course, the natural course of an exanthem is that it will go away after a couple of days. So right after the patient starts taking the medications for her “allergic reaction,” her rash will get better which will reinforce the “post hoc ergo propter hoc” logical fallacy. Of course, the patient could have been given magic beans and eye of newt and she would have had the same outcome (perhaps with a little bit of an added sour stomach from the eye of newt), but it doesn’t matter because according to the pediatrician, the emergency physician misdiagnosed the cause of the rash. Of course if the patient happened to have a reaction to the amoxicillin, then the logical conclusion would be that the delay in treatment by the emergency physician caused the allergic reaction to get worse. So regardless of the outcome, the emergency physician comes out looking like a bad doctor.

CT BrainAnother case involved a patient with a severe headache. He was seen by his primary care physician and diagnosed with sinusitis. The following day, the headache had not improved on Augmentin and nasal steroids, so the patient came to the emergency department. Because it was a new-onset severe headache in a patient who never had headaches before, the emergency physician ordered a CT scan of the head. After some Imitrex and some Compazine, the headache resolved. The CT scan showed no abnormalities – including absolutely clear sinuses. Based on this, the emergency physician told the patient that he probably was suffering from migraines that he could stop taking the Augmentin and nasal steroids because the sinuses were normal on the CT scan.
Two days later, the patient returned to the emergency department in person so that he could loudly tell the registration clerks that they better watch that “dangerous doctor” working back there. A nurse intervened and the patient told her that his primary care doctor told him the emergency physician was absolutely wrong and that sinus infections absolutely can occur even without any abnormalities on CT scan, and that he needed to finish the antibiotics and keep taking the steroids — which he had thrown away after his emergency department visit. His next stop was allegedly to a lawyer’s office to look into suing the hospital.
It doesn’t matter that the medical literature shows that antibiotics and nasal steroids are ineffective as treatment for acute sinusitis. It doesn’t matter that the acute sinusitis resolved with migraine medications. It doesn’t matter that the sinuses were normal on CT scan. It only mattered that the patient’s physician was able to explain away the care rendered in the emergency department as being incompetent in a forum where the emergency physician was not present to defend himself from the criticisms.

These cases aren’t intended to illustrate that emergency physicians are always right.

Rather, they are intended to show how, even when the opinions are wrong, there is a tendency to believe that the last opinion is the correct one.

Not true.

They are also intended to show how behavior by subsequent treating physicians can anger patients and potentially lead to lawsuits.

In fact, one of these scenarios upset the emergency physician so much that there was an ethics complaint made to the hospital administration. I’d like to be a fly on the wall at that meeting.

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

Proving a Negative

Thursday, April 11th, 2013

Skull Medical book [morguefile.com]A young lady comes to the emergency department and wants to be evaluated for a … somewhat nonurgent … problem.

Chief complaint: “I’ve lost 50 lbs in the past month.” She felt a little weak as well, but she had just lost too much weight. No other symptoms.

The patient weighed 132 pounds. Her skin wasn’t sagging. Her jeans didn’t appear to be new and they seemed to fit pretty well. Nothing about her seemed abnormal on exam. But she insisted that she weighed 180 pounds just a month earlier.
No old records in the computer.
I asked her if she could show me a recent picture of herself on her iPhone. She briefly stopped texting to check, but she couldn’t find any.
I asked her to show me her drivers license. Nope. Didn’t have that, either.
I was quickly developing an opinion that this was a snipe hunt.

Snipe hunts like this are an example of another conundrum that many physicians face.

We are often expected to prove a negative.

Clinically, I can say that the patient did not appear to have lost 50 lbs in the past month. I can even say that it is unlikely [although not impossible - don't comment with all your weight loss feats] that any patient could lose 50 pounds in a month.

But what if …?

What if the patient had cancer that caused some type of weight loss and I didn’t evaluate her for it? What if the patient had a bad outcome from a metabolic problem that I didn’t screen for?
What if, as a result of weight loss, the patient had developed an severe electrolyte abnormality or other blood abnormalities?

Retrospectively, if the patient suffered a bad outcome, it would be easy to allege that weight loss is an obvious symptom of [insert bad outcome here] and that Dr. WhiteCoat was careless because he didn’t evaluate the patient for this problem.

I suppose that the same issue holds true for a febrile child. If a three year old with a runny nose had a fever of 102 at home, but looks fine and is afebrile in the emergency department, he’ll probably get a pass on the workup. But if an afebrile 27 day old infant reportedly had a fever of 102 at home, get the lumbar puncture tray ready.

A physician must have a certain degree of risk tolerance in choosing whether or not to do testing to evaluate an odd complaint, but where should we draw the line between “necessary” and “unnecessary” workups?

And in case you were wondering, yes, I did labs and a chest x-ray on the incredible shrinking woman. She was anemic. Her hemoglobin was 10.5. Not enough to hospitalize her, but enough to recommend that she follow up with the on-call physician for a more thorough weight loss/anemia evaluation.

I’m going to be eating my words if she comes back next month weighing 80 pounds.

Time for a New Roommate

Wednesday, April 10th, 2013

4-10-2013 6-17-37 PMSecond time in a week.

The first episode, the patient from the assisted living facility came in with sharp anterior chest pain. She said that she was sleeping and woke up with sudden onset of pain. When she opened her eyes, her roommate was standing over her with a crazed look in her eye. Sticking out of her right breast was a ball point pen. Fortunately, the injury was to adipose tissue only and didn’t require any surgical intervention.

On her most recent visit, the same patient returned after waking to her roommate’s friend beating her with a cane. She tried to fend off her attacker and fell to the floor where the friend repeatedly pounded her in the stomach with said cane. She had a lip laceration and multiple bruises to her abdomen.

I feel so bad for this patient because she’s doing nothing wrong and getting beaten in her sleep. It’s not like a loan shark is trying to collect on a debt or anything like that.

Definitely time to find a new roommate.

Or a new facility.

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

Unnecessary Testing?

Thursday, April 4th, 2013

A patient was sent to the emergency department to have an ultrasound of her uterus performed.

She had been having abnormal bleeding which coincided with about the time her period was due – only it was a little heavier and lasted a little longer than usual. She decided the best course of action would be to make an emergency appointment with the gynecologist. She was seen the day before she was sent to the ED and the gynecologist performed an ultrasound in his office … which was normal.

The patient called the gynecologist the following day and said that the bleeding was still there, so the gynecologist told her to go to the emergency department for another ultrasound and some blood testing.

The patient arrived stating “I’m here for my ultrasound. Dr. Speculum sent me.” Since patients need orders for testing to be performed, the patient was given the choice of waiting to be seen in the ED or of getting a prescription from her doctor for the exam. She chose the former.

After examining her, we performed a pregnancy test which was negative and a CBC which was normal. So I told the patient she was likely just having a heavy period and that she could follow up with her gynecologist as an outpatient.
The patient demanded an ultrasound. After all, Dr. Speculum sent her to the ED specifically to have an ultrasound done.

So I called Dr. Speculum.

“Hey, it’s WhiteCoat here. Your patient is here with metrorrhagia and I’m trying to discharge her, but she insists that you want her pelvic ultrasound repeated.”
“Yeah. Can you do it?”
“Well what are we doing it to look for?”
“Fibroids”
“OK, well if she does have fibroids, are you going to admit her? Her hemoglobin is fine.”
“Noooooo. Discharge her after the ultrasound.”
“So then why … nevermind. If all you’re looking for is fibroids, weren’t you able to see that she didn’t have any fibroids on the ultrasound you did on her in the office yesterday?”
He must have really wanted that ultrasound by his response.
“Naaaaaaah. The ultrasounds I do in my office aren’t accurate.”
Allrightey, then.

The repeat ultrasound was still normal. I guess he was more accurate than he gave himself credit for.

Wonder if she’ll be referred back to the ED tomorrow for repeat pregnancy testing.

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

I Made A Drug Seeker Cry Today

Thursday, March 21st, 2013

I made a chronic back pain patient who was out of his pain medications cry in my emergency department today.

Actually, he was already crying when he came in. The nurse said that he hobbled in from the waiting room bent over like an old man and using his wife’s shoulder for support. He couldn’t stand upright because of his severe pain.

I was finishing up with the patient in the room next to his when I heard him get put into the room. He was moaning and moaning. As I discussed the discharge instructions with the current patient, the moans sometimes overshadowed what I was saying.

Before going to see the patient, I looked up his old records on the computer.

He was 41 years old. According to his old chart, he had wrenched his back while fixing the tire on his car more than a month ago. Ever since then, he had been having pain in his lower back. His primary care physician gave him a couple of weeks of Percocets and some Valium. Those medications helped him somewhat, but he still had pain. When he ran out of the meds, he got one week’s refill and was referred to physical therapy. He went to physical therapy twice and it caused the pain to get so bad that he stopped going. He called his doctor back and his doctor ordered MRI of his back. I pulled the MRI report which showed multiple minor disk bulges but no other problems – definitely nothing that would cause his back pain. So his doctor set him up with a pain clinic. No appointments were available for more than a week and his doctor had cut him off from narcotic pain medications after the relatively normal MRI. This was his third ED visit in the week.

When I walked in the room, he was in a fetal position on the bed and he was crying.

“I’m Doctor WhiteCoat. How can I help you today?”
“My back, doc. It’s killing me.”

He described the whole story. I already knew most of it from notes in the computer. I also saw the several doctors from whom he had received pain medications.

He wouldn’t lay flat on the bed because he said it made his back worse. His position of comfort was laying in a fetal position or laying on his back with his knees flexed.

Back in medical school, I worked part time in a back pain clinic for a year or so (long story). After a normal neurologic exam, I thought he probably had a psoas muscle spasm. Pretty common cause of non-traumatic back pain.

So I gave him some Toradol and Valium. I told him that I thought I knew what was causing his pain and that if he trusted me, I could probably make him feel better. Fortunately, the ED wasn’t too busy that day, so I could spend a little extra time with him.

I got him to lay on his back with his legs flat. I went to see another patient.
I came back and had him roll on his stomach. I went to see another patient.
I came back and used the stretcher to extend his back a little. I went to see another patient.
I came back and used the stretcher to extend his back a little more. He moaned in pain. I went to see another patient.
After the third incremental extension, I let the bed back down. I showed him how to get out of a bed without putting a strain on his back. Then he stood upright.

No pain.

A win!

I showed him a few stretching exercises he could do to hopefully help keep the pain from developing again.

I left the room to finish discharge instructions, printed out some examples of stretches he could do and came back to hand the printouts to him. When I came in the room, he was crying again.

“I thought that your pain was gone,” I said hesitantly.
“It is. I was just telling my wife that you’re the first doctor through this ordeal that has actually sat down and listened to me and who tried to fix my pain without pumping me full of drugs. I don’t even think I’ll need the pain prescription. My back feels that good right now.”

I smiled. He reached out and gave me a firm handshake. Then he pulled me in and gave me a hug.

A little surprised by that whole man hug thing, but I was glad that I was able to help him.

I was working in the charting room (which is out of the patient’s view) when I heard him walk up to the desk and say “Tell Dr. WhiteCoat thank you again. He is an excellent doctor. And thank you for all your help.”

After he left, I had to rub it in. I walked out and said to the nurse “I heard you have a message for me?”
“What?”
“A message for me from a patient?”
“Nooo.”
“Something about being an excellent doctor. Come on now. You can say it. Ehhhhhhxellent … Ehhhhhhxcellent.”
Then the secretary chimed in.
I heard him say that you were a dork. Dorrrrrrk. Dorrrrrrk.”

The insubordination that all of us excellent physicians have to put up with some times …

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

WTF Moment #1071

Sunday, March 17th, 2013

523px-Sarcoptes_scabei_2What is it with some people and rashes?

The patient waits 3 hours to be seen. When I enter the room, the patient says “I had a rash on the back of my leg 2 months ago. Can you tell me what it was?”
Out of the 4 or 5 things running through my mind at that point, the least pressing one of them wasn’t about calling up the feds to get satellite video feeds of the patient’s house two months ago so I could zoom in through the window shots and hopefully identify the cause of the mysterious rash.

“The rash isn’t there now?”
“No.”
“Well, sir, I honestly don’t know what caused the rash because I can’t see it any more. As long as it isn’t there any more, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”
“Was it scabies?”
“I doubt it because it wouldn’t have just gotten better.”
“Well what does scabies look like?”

At this point, I should have stopped the conversation and discharged the patient. Unfortunately, my foresight gene had gone offline for a few moments.
“Scabies is usually little itchy spots or pus-filled blisters. Most commonly the spots are between the fingers or the toes. Sometimes there will be little red lines where they burrow under your skin.”
“Wait. You mean scabies are bugs?”
“They are mites.”
“Oh my God. That’s what the rash looked like. I’ve got bugs burrowing in my skin.”
“No. You don’t. The rash is gone.”
“What if they’re just sleeping? Couldn’t they still be in my house?”
“I’ll tell you what. If the rash comes back and you think it is scabies, there’s cream called elimite that you can buy over the counter to kill the mites. Until then, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

An hour after he was discharged, we start getting the phone calls.
“My son said you told him my house was infested with bugs. What’s THAT all about?”
“How long should he stay home from school for?”
“Can these bugs be sexually transmitted?”
“Should I be going to work? I work in a nursing home.”

[facepalm]

My shift couldn’t end soon enough.

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

Useless Workups

Thursday, March 14th, 2013

A patient calls his family doctor and gives a history of having chest pain on and off for the past few days. Pain worse with activity. Not having any now. Of course, you know that the family doc is going to send the patient to the Emergency Department. You just know it.

So the patient gets to the emergency department and of course the EKG is normal … and the labs are normal … and the chest x-ray is normal.

Because the patient has no history of chest pain workups, of course you know we have to recommend that the patient stay overnight and have a stress test in the morning.

“You’re kidding. I really have to stay? Everything is normal. Can’t I just go home and do it later? ”
“Well … no … not really. We can’t force you to stay in the hospital, but we really think that it would be a good idea.”

Then you start to second guess yourself. This guy’s in good health. He’s not having pain now. Of course the insurance company is going to call this an unnecessary admit.

Fortunately for everyone, you found a reason to justify the admission.

About 15 minutes later, the alarm goes off.

NSR to Torsades
Holy sh**! Torsades! Get the paddles!

It seemed like several minutes, but it ended up being more like 35 seconds until this happened.

Torsades Shock to NSR
“What happened?”
“Um. You nearly died.”

Had the patient not called his doctor, had the doctor not sent the patient to the hospital, had the patient not been brought right back and place on a monitor, or had the patient decided to leave AMA, he probably wouldn’t be here right now.

Triple vessel disease with a CABG.

Every once in a while those useless workups end up saving a life.

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This and all posts about patients may be fictional, may be my experiences, may be submitted by readers for publication here, or may be any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. If you would like to have a patient story published on WhiteCoat’s Call Room, please e-mail me.

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